Tied Up Novels & Stories

"There's a seal. It's not a lock. It's a — I've been sat against it for two days and I've not got a word for it. It's like a knot that's been tied so long the rope's grown into itself. You don't cut it. You have to loosen it, and it takes a long while, and it takes hands that know the shape of it." "And yours do." "Mine do now." He looked at his own hands with something close to disgust. "I've had them on it since the day before yesterday. It's most of the way. Another day, day and a half. That's why I'm sat here — because if I stand up and walk away it'll go on tightening, and if I sit here I'll finish it, and I have not been able to make myself do either since noon." Jenna made a sound.

I studied the guard, noticing the impatience in his eyes. “I need to pee,” I said, breaking the silence. He frowned, glaring at me. “Do it in the chair,” he snapped. I shook my head. “I can’t. It’ll stink up the whole place.” He groaned in frustration, rolling his eyes. “There’s a bucket over there. Use that.” “I’m tied up, genius,” I said flatly. He muttered something under his breath and approached me cautiously. “Don’t try anything funny,” he warned, untying the ropes around my wrists.

“How are you doing?” “I’m doing great. But,why are you sounding disturbed and stressed?" Alex replied his tone cool but with a trace of concern: Davis let out a heavy sigh. "I need your help, Alex; right now I am in a great mess.” "What is it about?.” There was a slight pause at the other end of the line. Davis finally replied “Something happened.” Davis said as he leaned his back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair. "It seems a bit complicated. There was a slight pause, he continued.

But in this moment, all he could think about was Ainara. “I miss you too.” “When I get there, let’s have dinner,” he said. “I’ll come up with an excuse.” “Promise?” Ainara asked. “Promise,” Andres replied with a grin. But just minutes before reaching the exit, he felt something strange. When he stepped on the brakes, nothing happened. He pressed harder — still nothing. His brow furrowed. “Wait… something’s wrong.” “What is it?” Ainara asked on the other end, suddenly worried.

I didn’t know why he was so obsessed with tying me up, but it was getting really old, really fast. I struggled against the bindings but failed to free myself. Suffice is to say, I spent the entire day cursing Troy seven ways to Sunday and back. And I got pretty creative as well. Now I just needed him to get home and I would shower him with every insult that was on standby in my head.

"Why are you always such a brat!" Trey says, slamming the door behind me and throwing his tie down on the entryway table. "Maybe you need to stop being such a dick. I'm not property Trey, a human being here." I said turning to face him. He always looks so sexy when he gets riled up. "Listen here baby, you are going to have to stop these charades," Trey says cracking his neck and walking me up against the wall in the entryway. "Or what?" I said knowing damn well that I was challenging him. "Or you are going to start getting punishments that you may not like." He said leaning further down to kiss me.

But as long as they continue talking to each other they knew that they were going to make it in a way that most people didn't have the opportunity to. “well here's to the ties that bind us.” Jonathan said as he kissed her again, “you never have to fear telling me that you're pregnant with our children. Whether it be one or nine it really doesn't matter not to me at least. Because they are everything that will bind you to me and me to you for the rest of our lives and beyond though. I'm extremely lucky to have found you when I did. I wouldn't change anything in our lives and that I love you more than anything else could possibly be.” “to the ties that bind us forever and eternity.”

He almost laughed out of sheer frustration. It hadn’t even been a minute before the tie slipped loose in his hands. She’d tied it clumsily, and he’d only gone along to see what she was planning. He hadn’t expected her grand plan was to leave him bound while she drifted off, smug and satisfied. When his chest pressed against her back, his breath warm on her neck, Aria’s own breathing stuttered. And when he pinned her down again, she let out a small protest. “I tied you up! You can’t just—”

I pull on my ball gown and then realise I have no way of zipping up the back. Try as I might, nothing is going to help me get that zip up. With a sigh of frustration, I realise that I am going to need Alex's help. I call down and moments later I hear his footsteps on the stairs. As he enters my room, I take in the sight of him suited and booted in his tux and, for a moment, my heart skips a beat.

Only time would tell. I was tied down, my movements restricted, my freedom curtailed. The ropes or chains or whatever held me in place seemed unyielding, unrelenting. I strained against them, testing their strength, but they wouldn't budge. I was trapped, confined, and at the mercy of others. The feeling of being tied down was suffocating, making me feel helpless and vulnerable. I longed to break free, to shatter the restraints and assert my independence. But for now, I was stuck, unable to move or escape.